Reverse the door [Comprehensive martial arts]

After going to buy a barely usable sword, Xiao Feiyu turned to a grocery street that Lu Xiaojia had taken to pick up a mask to prepare for the competition five days later.

The five days passed quickly, during which Ding Linglin ran out from Dingjiazhuang again.

Just like what Lu Xiaojia said, the news that Ximen Chuuxue sent a battle post to "Xie Lin" has spread rapidly in the past few days, and even the underground bank in Jinling City has opened a handicap to bet on their winning or losing , and Ding Linglin came to prepare to watch the battle because she heard the news.

When Xiao Feiyu heard her talk about the underground bank, she was a little concerned: "Who is betting on more now?"

Ding Linglin said: "There are more bets on Ximen Chuuxue, almost four of you and six."

After finishing speaking, she was afraid that Xiao Feiyu would be unhappy, so she added: "But I bet Xiaoxie that you will win."

Xiao Feiyu raised the corners of his lips: "Sister Nading just wait to win the money."

She might not dare to say to others that winning Ximen Chuuxue is really no different from eating and drinking.

So two nights before the competition, she didn't hold back and went to the casino to bet 1000 taels on "Xie Lin" to win.

Regarding her behavior, Lu Xiaojia said: "Then remember to buy me a drink with the money you win."

Xiao Feiyu snorted and said, "It's just a dream, you won't even help me!"

While peeling peanuts, Lu Xiaojia said, "Why don't you think that it would be too much for you to ask me to lie to my savior's son."

Xiao Feiyu: "..."

Well, you're right.

"But speaking of it, are you so confident that you will definitely win?" Lu Xiaojia was curious, "Ximen Chuuxue is a master who has won so many martial arts in a row."

It's not appropriate to answer this question directly, so Xiao Feiyu simply threw it back to him after thinking about it, and she asked him back: "Do you think the disciples of those sects are really masters?"

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that they have all met Zhang Yingfeng, the first disciple of Emei who Lu Xiaojia even fought against, so it has nothing to do with the word master at all.

The people that Ximen Chuuxue defeated all the way south were indeed from prominent backgrounds, and it was because they won consecutive victories from various sects that they gained such a high hatred value.But in fact, according to Xiao Feiyu's understanding of him, those opponents should have disappointed him.

Lu Xiaojia thought about it too, but in the end she reminded her: "Anyway, I have seen Ximen Chuuxue's sword before, you can never go wrong if you are careful."

Xiao Feiyu: "..." Actually, I have seen more than you.

The location of the competition was finally changed, from the top of Fengxiang Peak in Qixia Mountain to a desolate suburb outside Jinling City.

Of course, she didn't show up in person, but asked Lu Xiaojia to inform Ximen Chuuxue.

Probably because she was ashamed of refusing to help before, Lu Xiaojia ran this trip happily.

But after running back, he still said to her quite sincerely: "Actually, your martial arts are so good, you don't have to be afraid of heights at all."

"...You don't understand." She also suffered from physical weakness in her legs!

"I don't understand, but I can see that your lightness kungfu foundation is actually very good." He said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, you should have a good rest, tomorrow you will have to compete with swords."

Xiao Feiyu murmured noncommittally, and flashed into her room.

Counting it, she hadn't seen Ximen Chuuxue for almost a year and a half. At that time, he was in a hurry because of the news of his father's serious illness. The two of them didn't have time to say goodbye, and she couldn't ask him to see him again on the night of his birthday. A firework.

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyes and sighed silently.

After a while, she blew out the candles in the room and lay down.

A night without dreams.

……

In the early morning of the second day, when Xiao Feiyu went out of the city with Ding Linglin and Lu Xiaojia, Xiao Feiyu had already put on a mask and changed her sword. As for the Xiu Baixue that she threw at the inn without worry, she wrapped it in fine cloth and handed it to Ding Linglin. Help with safekeeping.

After arriving outside the city, she realized that the people in Jianghu were really looking forward to the competition between Ximen Chuuxue and "Xie Lin". There was still more than half an hour before the agreed time, and a large group of people had already gathered around.

This battle made Xiao Feiyu very speechless, she stood on tiptoe and glanced into the crowd, but she didn't see Ximen Chuuxue.

"He hasn't come yet." Lu Xiaojia was taller than her and could see more clearly.

"It should be soon." He has always respected swords and opponents very much, and this time he specially posted a battle post, which must have shown full importance.

Sure enough, the moment she finished speaking, there was a commotion from the other end of the crowd.

The next moment, the crowd that was huddled together and unwilling to let anyone else parted automatically like an ebbing tide, and at the end of the tide, a young man in white was slowly walking towards her with a long sword in his hand.

Xiao Feiyu looked at this figure, and the first thought that flashed in his mind was that he seemed to be a lot taller after not seeing him for a year and a half.

This feeling became more obvious when the distance between the two was only two feet.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers had completely quieted down, and all eyes were on the two of them.

"Xie Lin?" Ximen Chuuxue spoke first.

"Yes." Xiao Feiyu lowered his voice and replied quite concisely.

After the words fell, the eyes of the two finally met.

The person in front of him clearly had his entire face covered by a mask, and his voice was unfamiliar, but for some reason, at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He frowned.

Seeing the change in his expression, Xiao Feiyu felt a little uncertain.

So she decided to pre-emptively end the conversation without dawdling, and directly reached out to make a gesture of please.

Seeing this, Ximen Chuuxue also looked away, and cautiously grasped the hilt of his sword.

With a flash of cold light, the two swords were almost out of their sheaths at the same time!

Ximen Chuuxue's movements were faster than she remembered, and it was obvious that he had never slackened during the year and a half of separation.

But how could Xiao Feiyu be frightened because of this, she knows his shooting habits and sword style too well, when a sword stabs at her so fast, she must not think of dodging first.

She waved the ordinary sword in her hand, and went forward without hesitation.

The sharp blades collided and made a clanging sound, which was wrapped in the sound of wind, which smoothed the harshness and added a gentleness that seemed to be absent.

But the actions of the two people who were fighting were not gentle at all.

Xiao Feiyu knew her ways as well as Ximen Chuixue, and was afraid of being recognized, so she didn't use the moves he had seen before. Anyway, when he was still in the Valley of the Kings, she had only practiced the seventh chapter of "Sword Formation" .

It's just that, when she made a move, there was no room left for her.

Because the last three chapters of "Sword Formation" are too domineering, even if they are changed by her, it will not damage its domineering and decisive nature.

But domineering determination also has the benefits of domineering determination.

Ximen Chuuxue was already struggling just to deal with it, and he didn't have the time to think about why she occasionally used one or two moves that were familiar to him.

People outside the stadium were also quite shocked to see them going back and forth fiercely.

Of course they knew how powerful Ximen Chuuxue and Xie Lin were. One beat the top disciples of the major sword sects in a row, and the other even beat Lu Xiaojia.

But those victories were not what they saw with their own eyes after all. Seeing the North and South Double Walls fight at this moment, it dawned on them that these two geniuses might be more terrifying than they imagined.

"I know that Ximen Chuuxue is the owner of Wanmei Villa, so where does this Xie Lin come from?" There was such a discussion among the crowd.

"Who knows..."

"Maybe just like the flying swordsman back then."

……

Ding Linglin and Lu Xiaojia, who were also watching the battle among the crowd, also heard the discussion.

Ding Linglin pursed her lips and smiled, then tilted her head and said, "Brother Lu, what do you think, will Xiao Xie have a chance to compete with Senior Ah Fei in the future?"

Lu Xiaojia pondered for a moment, then shook her head, but she didn't deny it, she just said, "I don't know."

It stands to reason that he also uses a sword, so he is still qualified to judge a few sentences.

But the more he looked at Xie Lin, the more he couldn't predict how high this kid would reach in the future.

"But this Ximen Chuuxue is not bad." Ding Linglin said again, "By the way, Brother Lu, have you seen him before?"

"Yeah." Lu Xiaojia never left his gaze from the two figures in the middle of the crowd, "He's also a genius."

When they were talking, Xiao Feiyu almost used his full strength in the arena.

Fortunately, in the past six months, when she was bored, she would make gestures to Lu Xiaojia, so when using the eight to ten chapters of "Sword Formation", she could still mix a few moves learned from Lu Xiaojia.

Although it looks nondescript, it has to be said that a killer's swordsmanship is always very useful.

Under her desperate offensive, Ximen Chuuxue's movements were a little slower than at the beginning, but she didn't dare to relax.

In fact, it was right not to relax, because just when everyone thought she had won, Ximen Chuuxue, whose wrist was restrained, was able to break free, and then stabbed with a backhand for the last time!

When this sword came, Xiao Feiyu was in an unavoidable position, in the blink of an eye, a lightness kung fu that Xiao Wangsun spent the longest time teaching her when she first started laying the foundation suddenly flashed in her mind.

I have to say that no matter how much I resist in my heart, the memory of my body is still there.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce her shoulder, Xiao Feiyu closed his eyes in a heartbroken manner.

The next moment, amidst everyone's exclamation, she swept into the midair with an incredible posture, as if the bones on her waist and back had been pulled out, she bent down and tapped his sword with her toes, and then swooped down quickly And Xia sent his sword to his neck.

The north wind in winter in the south of the Yangtze River blew, blowing her wide black robe, looking like a goshawk from a distance.

And the goshawk finally landed on Ximen Chuuxue's shoulder.

"Accepted, Master Ximen."

The wind gradually receded, and the blade was icy cold.

The two finally had their second rendezvous in a peaceful state.

Xiao Feiyu was not sure how many moves he had seen before in his desperation just now, and he was also not sure whether he recognized himself through those moves or the habit of using swords.

She decided to pretend Gao Leng to the end before he opened his mouth, and leave directly!

However, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Xiao Xie, I may have news about your senior sister."

Xiao Feiyu: "...Huh?!"

Before she could react, Ye Kai, who hadn't seen her for almost half a month, squeezed in from the crowd.

"My surname is Xiao, twenty-two, very beautiful, and a native of Sichuan." Ye Kai said, "But there is one thing that doesn't match. The person I heard from said that her junior brother's surname is not Xie, but Zhu. .”

Xiao Feiyu: "..."

I'm sorry for the beautiful sister Ding, she thinks she might not be able to resist beating Ye Kai.